Alisa woke the next day with the taste of iron on her tongue and the bedclothes clinging damply to her skin.
For a second, she lay very still, listening to the castle: a distant chime, a tread overhead, the faint scrape of a broom. The lavender on the pillow felt like someone else's kindness; the room was still half-dark, the east window a band of pale grey.
Something moved in her… Her breath shivered and came quicker, as if someone had turned up the room's temperature by a degree.
She looked down and saw what exactly was moving and wondered if she had a wet dream.
Her hands clenched the sheet until her knuckles were white.
She told herself to breathe. Air in, air out.
She had learned a thousand ways to steady herself—counting sigils, humming under her breath, letting thoughts fold into the quiet geometry of a binding circle—yet the sensation did not dissolve so obligingly.
Instead, it shifted, an ache that hummed with a kind of dangerous pleasure, and with it came a prick of shame so sharp she almost tasted it.
"Not now," she whispered, though there was no one to hear. The words felt both a plea and a command.
The instinct to hide was old and reflexive. She rolled onto her side and pressed her head flat against the mattress. That only made things worse.
A laugh—small, bitter—escaped her.
The curse had changed her body in ways she neither wanted nor understood. That it chose this morning to rear its ugly head again felt personal and infuriating. But more than that, it was humiliating.
She pushed the covers down and sat up slowly.
A bath. That'll help.
She swung her legs over the side of the bed and let her feet find the floor.
The sensation that had risen in her dick was still there, a slow, stubborn drum beat; it felt less like an emergency and more like a weather pattern she'd not yet learned to forecast.
Embarrassment flared hot and immediate—familiar and childish—and she scolded herself for letting a body she barely trusted make a spectacle of her quiet morning.
Thankfully, she had a private bathroom connected to the room.
Alisa moved in small, exact steps.
She drew the bath; the tap protested and then obeyed, a steady ribbon of water filling the tub with a comforting sound.
Water grounded her. It was an ordinary thing to put between herself and the world.
She tested the temperature with the back of her wrist, then adjusted it until the shock of cold gave way to water warm enough to loosen her, but not so hot it would make her sleepy.
Steam lifted like faint ghosts, and she breathed in the scent and let it steady her.
She undressed with brisk, mechanical motions.
Her thick black sweater was peeled off first, revealing pale skin and a slim torso.
She was slight in build, though with a surprising amount of muscle visible beneath the skin. Her chest was small but formed, her pink nipples poking through the fabric of a black leotard.
Alisa pulled down the leotard, revealing more pale skin and a strong form. It was a simple design, mostly for comfort.
She then took off her pants and knickers, showing off her broad hips that formed a cute butt and the large dick tucked between her legs.
Alisa kicked off her socks and slipped into the water.
The first contact was immediate relief; warmth licked across her skin and eased the tightness that had lodged in her dick.
For a time, she simply lay there, letting the water hold her, eyes on the pale square of the ceiling and the soft, wavering light the candle made on the tiles.
The thing felt less intrusive while submerged.
Water diluted sensation; it made its edges blurry and less shameful.
She concentrated on the hiss of the bath and the feel of foam against her wrist. She catapulted her attention into trivialities she could manage: counting the bubbles that popped on the surface, tasting the faint lemon of the soap, feeling the small line where a scar under her collarbone caught the light.
After a while, she took a small cloth and washed methodically. The motion was almost meditative—left to right, then a gentle pressure across her shoulders. There was no indulgence in it.
She hummed a low, tuneless note until the sound in the room matched the sound she made, the resonance steadying the bright, restless edge inside her.
She had continued washing herself like that until she reached… her dick.
Should I wash it as well? she wondered, a little unsure.
Alisa looked at her penis—thick, straight, quite large—and almost began to panic with it.
She had just been a standard girl not long ago, but now here this huge thing was stuck between her legs.
Was it supposed to normally be this big? she thought, the hot water doing little to calm her warm rush of embarrassment.
Slowly, as if reluctant, Alisa started rubbing it.
At first, she was just washing it—right?—but then one thing led to another, and she lost the cloth.
The first few strokes were more investigation than pleasure. Her porcelain-pale skin was cold to the touch, even with the warmth of the water.
It didn't hurt, but it was startling in its newness.
She ran her fingers down the length of it, and soon found the pleasure intensifying into something more. The smooth skin began to warm up slowly as she continued rubbing it, while also increasing the pressure.
Alisa's silver-grey eyes narrowed as she increased speed, her dark hair falling forward in a cascade around her face. She was fairly used to being shy and quiet, but this new addition made her even more so.
The first few moments were slow and cautious, becoming faster as she took the rhythm into her grasp.
Soon, Alisa's cool composure began to crack. She started breathing more heavily, quick breaths coming in for them. Her pale skin flushed with colour, while also gaining an increasing degree of redness.
"Oh God, oh God."
The pressure intensified further and came with a pleasant rush of warmth.
Alisa's grip became even tighter. She started with more force, now almost both excited and terrified by the pleasure that was within her grasp.
The pressure became more intense, culminating in a rush of warmth, and she felt something tingling.
Finally, after several moments, she cried out as she took a release.
She collapsed in the bath, chest heaving, while her face flushed an even darker shade. It was almost overwhelming, but also surprisingly good.
She had so much more to learn about this new body… and what it wanted.
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